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"Get away!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng was desperately trying to pull out his knife when a gaunt figure lunged at him with outstretched hands!
Those hands were as thin as dry twigs, with deformed, sharp nails that seemed ready to tear through his skin at any moment!
But Lin Zhao Cheng didn’t have time to think; he reacted purely on instinct, lifting one leg and kicking with all his might!
"Bang!!!"
The tip of his shoe struck the person's chest with force, and in the next moment, that frail body was sent flying like a rag doll!
"Ahhh—!!"
The figure, caught completely off guard, flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.
Lin Zhao Cheng stood there in shock, panting as he looked at his foot, then back at the "person" he had just kicked—
He actually managed to kick it away?!
These monsters were lighter than he had imagined!
A thought flashed through Lin Zhao Cheng's mind— their flesh and blood had already been consumed by this world; their bodies were nothing but a layer of dried skin over bones, lacking the strength of a living person!
"Haha... Hahahaha!"
He laughed maniacally, his eyes becoming wild and twisted. The fear he had just felt dissipated slightly, replaced by a cruel excitement—
He could win! These things weren't as terrifying as he had thought!
Damn it, these creatures were as fragile as paper!
"Die!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng charged madly at the monster lying on the ground and kicked its body with all his might!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
His shoes slammed down heavily on the withered body, each kick fueled by anger and madness. He no longer cared about technique; he just kicked and stomped desperately, as if trying to vent all his fear and repression!
The monster continued to struggle, but its movements were much slower than before. Its twisted limbs attempted to rise, but Lin Zhao Cheng gave it no chance!
"Die!!! Die!!! Die!!!!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
He kicked furiously until the body was completely twisted and deformed, the bones cracking with a "crack-crack" sound. The dark, dry skin split open, revealing the desiccated fascia inside, like a long-dried corpse!
The monster's struggles finally ceased.
Lin Zhao Cheng gasped for breath, drenched in sweat, his legs still trembling slightly, but his eyes had become even more frenzied—
These things could really be killed! They could truly be slain!
"Damn it!!! Bring it on!!!"
He crazily turned his head to look at the other monsters closing in around him, his eyes bloodshot, fists clenched, ready to face the next battle!
Seizing the moment while the surrounding enemies had not fully encircled him, Lin Zhao Cheng gripped the knife still lodged in the monster's shoulder and pulled with all his strength!
"Damn it, come out!"
He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, muscles in his arms tensed as he exerted every ounce of power he had!
"Thud—!"
The blade was finally pulled free!
Thick, dark red blood gushed from the wound, splattering across Lin Zhao Cheng's face and clothes, carrying a stench of decay and rust that made him grimace.
But at that moment, he had no time to care about it!
“Damn it!”
Lin Zhao Cheng raised his knife high and swung it down fiercely at the monster charging toward him!
“Thud—!”
The blade sank deep into the creature's skull, slicing from its forehead down to the bridge of its nose, splitting its head in half. Thick, black pus mixed with shattered tissue splattered everywhere!
The monster's body swayed for a moment before collapsing silently, like a broken puppet, completely devoid of power.
But Lin Zhao Cheng dared not stop!
He knew this battle had only just begun!
As he killed one enemy, he caught a glimpse of William in his peripheral vision!
“Bang!”
William's axe swept through the air!
“Thud—!!”
One monster was cleaved in two, its body severing diagonally from the waist, black blood and internal organs splattering like mud across the ground, filling the air with a strong stench of death!
William's axe whirled with ferocity, sending monster limbs flying in all directions!
“Come on!!! Bring more!!!”
He roared like a bloodthirsty warrior. With every swing of his axe, at least one monster was dismembered, limbs flying, heads rolling, blood and flesh scattering everywhere!
Lin Zhao Cheng watched in shock and exhilaration as William unleashed a frenzy of slaughter. This man was no longer an ordinary person; he was like a machine designed solely for killing.
But now was not the time to be dazed.
Lin Zhao Cheng steadied his footing, gripping his knife tightly, taking a deep breath before re-entering the battlefield.
"Come on! I'll play with you to the end!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng and William hacked away like madmen, each swing of their blades seeming to release the pent-up fear, anger, and despair buried deep within them.
"Die!"
"Fuck you! Die already!!"
The blades tore through withered flesh, axes shattered cracked bones, each strike accompanied by thick sprays of black blood, saturating the air around them with a bizarre stench.
Lin Zhao Cheng lost count of how many blows he had struck; all he knew was that enemies kept falling. Arms, heads, and torsos flew everywhere, leaving behind a ground littered with twisted limbs and shattered bones.
"Thud!"
The last monster had its throat slit open, letting out a dry howl as its body convulsed violently before collapsing onto its back, lifeless.
The battlefield fell into a dead silence.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Lin Zhao Cheng slumped onto the ground, covered in blood and corpses, still clutching his knife tightly. His arms trembled violently, muscles spasming, his throat felt as if it were on fire, and each breath carried a metallic taste of blood.
He looked down at his body—
His clothes were soaked in a thick black liquid, his hands smeared with rotting blood, and there were even several wounds on his face that he couldn't tell were from enemies or himself.
Everything felt like a nightmare.
He gasped for breath, staring at the scattered limbs and broken bodies on the ground, finally realizing—
They had won.
At least, they had won this round.
“Hahaha!!!”
Suddenly, William burst into laughter beside him, his axe dripping with black blood, his body smeared with remnants of the dead. Yet, his eyes sparkled with excitement and fervor.
“Great job, Lin Zhao Cheng! This is what it means to survive!!”
Lin Zhao Cheng weakly lifted his head to look at William. His lips trembled slightly as he tried to say something, but only a bitter smile escaped.
Is this really what it means to survive…?
He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t even have the strength to think anymore.
They had barely survived one battle, and this war had only just begun.
Lin Zhao Cheng looked down at his blood-stained knife, the blade still coated with thick black blood that faintly reflected an eerie dark light.
He furrowed his brow, feeling an unsettling sense of foreboding—this close-quarters combat had been a struggle, and although he had just managed to hold on, it was entirely due to a surge of adrenaline that allowed him to push through.
But what about next time?
What if there were more enemies? What if he lacked the strength? What if their attacks became faster?
Though the knife was useful, Lin Zhao Cheng was no true melee expert. He didn’t possess the skill to suppress enemies through technique; every attack was merely a desperate instinctive slash. This approach was hardly a sustainable strategy!
Images from movies and novels he had seen began to flash through his mind—
"A length of an inch, a strength of an inch."
If only his weapon could be a bit longer, he could strike at his enemies before they got too close, instead of having to wait until they were right on top of him to start swinging wildly!
This way, his chances of survival would increase dramatically!
"Damn... if only I had a spear..."
Lin Zhao Cheng tightened his grip on the small knife, his mind racing with ideas—
Could he find something to transform this knife into a spear?
If he could locate a sturdy stick or some kind of elongated weapon and secure the knife to it, wouldn’t that create a makeshift spear?
With that, he could deliver a lethal blow from a greater distance, rather than having to rush in every time to slash!
"Damn it... now that makes sense!"
He lifted his head and looked around, beginning to contemplate where to find materials. He didn’t want to gamble with his life by getting too close to the fight; he needed to give himself an edge!
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